checking out...
whatever it takes, chicago, canon 20d
you work.
you booze.
you get high.
you exercise.
you clean.
you keep busy.
you shop.
you listen to tunes.
you watch tv.
you take a happy pill. (much to the demise of tom cruise. screw him by the way)
you find a girl.
you find a boy.
you go away.
you travel.
you read.
you eat.
you become involved in everyone's matters.
you use religion.
you organize.
you sleep.
checking out.
as hard as i have tried to avoid the pending realities of my life,
it does me no use. because i hate things unresolved, and
unanswered. and my quest for truth
and my need for knowing if i am following the map to the right place
blows through all my escape routes.
the avoiding, the numbing, the trying to forget
just prolongs the things i want to mend.
and god knows how i try,...
but damn, it never ever really works.
